I asked John to let me have some of the heads.

He could not possibly want them all, for each head has enough in it to sow two or three yards of a border.

He said I might have what seeds I liked, if I used scissors, and did not drag things out of the ground by pulling.

But I was not to let the young gentlemen go seed gathering.

"Boys be so destructive," John said.
After a time, however, I persuaded him to let Harry transplant seedlings of the things that sow themselves and come up in the autumn, if they came up a certain distance from the parent plants.